Sergeant Buttowski's Summary

“Sergeant Buttowski,” yelled a voice, a man in his late fifties with a ruined face and bruised arms showed up. “Hold up the front line,” and the man, well known for his obstinacy obeyed the orders and walked away. As he walked across the men covered with paint he made his orders clear in his head, “do or die,” he said to himself. He started thinking of possible improvisations if anything had gone seriously wrong. Yet again the voice in his head, “There is no regret this time, do or die.” Buttowski is fighting for Britain for the second time now. He fought the first war and managed to live through it, knowing that lightning could not strike twice, but it did and thus, he is here for the second time. Buttowski made it to his tent. He opened
All he could see through his tear-filled eyes were the blood, the bodies and a man. He woke up and found himself lying on a bed draped with white blanket. He noticed his aunt at the first sight. She was trying hard not to cry but he could see the agony in her face. He knew what she would say to him, after a nightlong cry he was out of pathos. All he could see now was the person responsible for all of his pain and thought I should deal with him first, before I deal with anything else. Days passed by and Although, Buttowski was getting back to normal he still had a desperate want for vengeance hidden in his heart. The face of the man haunted him every night and finally the day came, when he saw the same face over again in the television. This time he was sure to get him. The next moment he realized that he was watching a military commercial, which asked people to join the war against the Wilks. Buttowski set off at once to join the camp, realizing that this was the only proper chance of seeking vengeance and getting away with the guilt he had carried with him the whole time. “Good Morning, Sergeant,” a voice called out to him and Buttowski woke up, trying to flush all the memories